I woke up on the floor of a small metal chamber. I stood up and felt the chill against my skin. I knew where I was: A cryostasis chamber. I quickly looked around and found the window. Immediately my fear kicked in, my breaths shortened as I pressed my face against the glass and peered out. The two scientists who had been with the other one were working at a pair of control panels. I watched them work for a long time as I tried to slow my breathing. Then I turned away. My abilities, mental powers, what are they? I searched my mind, trying to fit together what I'd figured out with the fragments of memories I had.

My name…. Cressida or…. New Moon. I felt like I had been called that at one point.

I had powers which were unique to my race…. My race, humans. I am human. Or superhuman. I work at a place called… Shield., they protect humans. I care for someone called Loki, I help him. I'm in a place I don't want to be. I have mental powers and they are…. I slammed my hand against the wall of the container. If I could just remember. I looked back out at the scientists. As I was watching them red lights started flashing. I could feel an alarm reverberating through the metal. Both of the scientists looked around, confused. One of them walked out quickly the other pressed a bunch of buttons on the control panel. He glanced in the glass and we locked eyes for a second. Then he pressed one final button and ran out. I felt the cold start wrapping up my legs. It froze me over slowly, agonizingly, It felt a bit like falling asleep and it lured me in.

Had I thought this was agonizing? Then the cold actually set in. I shivered, it wrapped around my waist and up my chest. I raised my hands to my face as my arms were frozen. Like being plunged into the arctic sea then pulled out and wrapped in an icy blanket to try and get warm. I felt my face and my mind start to freeze up just as a metal hand burst through the glass in front of my face. I felt the freezing air rush past me and out the hole.

"Bucky!" I exclaimed.

He shook his head.

"No time right now, we have to get you out of there."

He looked around and went out of sight. I heard a click and the door swung open. I started to stumble out as Bucky grabbed my hand and pulled me out. He started running, dragging me along behind him.

"Bucky, what's going on?" I asked.

"We have to go, they're burning the building." He insisted.

"What, why?"

"They don't want any written documents left after what has happened." He paused. "They've been exposed. A lot of people who worked in Shield were undercover Hydra operatives. They're burning the records that weren't on computers. So we have to get out. Now."

We were now running through smoke clouded hallways. I was breathing so hard that I started coughing whenever I breathed in. I slowed down considerably and it felt like Bucky was going to pull my arm out of it's socket.

"I need to stop Bucky, I can't breath."

He turned back to me.

"We need to keep going, we're almost out."

I kept coughing but I nodded. "Okay, I'll try."

He picked up again, a bit slower but still at a pace I couldn't maintain. We finally came to a closed door.

"This is it, the stairs to the alley behind the building are in this room."

He put his hand on the doorknob and threw the door open. Smoke rolled over me and the only way I knew where to go was the tug on my arm. I tried to follow it but I was having too much trouble. I couldn't breath, I couldn't move. I collapsed to my knees.

"Bucky, just go, it's fine. I'll get out." I squawked, my voice rocky from the smoke.

"Never." He said.

He picked me up behind my neck and under my knees and carried me through the room.

"There's something I always told Steve." He said as he walked through the room. "I think it applies here too."

He didn't say what it was but I could see it floating in words above his head.

I'm with you 'til the end of the line.

I felt him carrying me up the stairs. He managed to open the door then run out into the sweet cleaner air. He jogged for a few minutes while I gulped in the crisp, clean air. He finally set me down in cool grass then sat down next to me. I curled up as I absorbed the fresh air, still having a lot of trouble breathing. When I finally managed to blink out all of my smoke-induced tears I looked around. I could see the plume of smoke from the Hydra building. We were in a familiar looking park, I think I might've been here before. I think… I think that my house was nearby, maybe we could go there. I turned to him to ask him what he thought about going to my house. His expression was pained and confused, how I imagined mine probably looked. I raised my hand and patted his shoulder, the contact reassuring for not only for him but for myself too.

"We'll figure out who we are, Bucky, we can help each other."

He turned to me.

"I know… so little about myself. I don't remember who I was, much less who I am."

"I know.. Very little. I remember my name, a friend, where I worked. I think my house is somewhere nearby. We can go camp there for a couple of hours before we leave. We should probably find a change of clothes for you too as that…" I looked over his black clothes. "Is going to be a bit too conspicuous."

He nodded and stood up. I followed, a bit more shakily, but followed nonetheless. I led him thrugh the park. Funny that I knew right where we were going, a couple of days before I didn't remember my name… What was it again? Starts with a C? Charlotte? Chloe? Cressida… yes. We got to the apartment building.

"I… I think this is it." I told him. "We'll have to go up the fire escape, I don't have the keys to get in, obviously."

We walked around the side of the building, I started up the ladder first, after Bucky boosted me up so I could grab it. My muscles tired quickly and I had to pause at the second balcony. I leaned against the wall with heavy breaths before I climbed higher. Bucky was right behind me. I knew which window was mine because instead of glass a sheet of plastic was taped up. I ripped it off easily and crawled i, avoiding the sharp edges of broken glass. I couldn't remember how my window had gotten broken. It was… something, some way. I dropped to the floor and stood up straight, panting. I moved away from the window so Bucky could follow me in. The room was just as I remembered, or as much as I could remember. A quick search of my apartment yielded my wallet with some cash, a few credit cards as well as my drivers license and my keys. I searched through my drawers for a change of clothes. Whatever I was wearing was dirty and held awful memories. I took a shower to wash off as much of the grime as I could. The hot water stung the bites all over my body and I found sand everywhere. I even found a snake bite on my ankle which I hadn't noticed before, combined with the ants I don't think I would've been able to feel it. The wound was old and crusted over, most likely from a week or so before, I didn't know how long I'd been imprisoned and how long the torture in the box had lasted. Just being in the shower, a glass box with water flowing around me, scared me and made me feel like I was back there. When I stepped out of the shower I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My frame was sallow, my skin was mottled with patches of raised red ant bites. Under the bites were bruises, almost covering me completely. I should be able to cover most of them with clothes but I would definitely be feeling them. I went back into my room wrapped in a towel. Black tank top, black jeans and my Shield issued boots. I put a light blue hoodie on over it and walked out to Bucky, who was waiting in the living room. After I grabbed a granola bar, ate the entire one, and then slipped another in my pocket, I held up my wallet and my keys.

"Let's go." I told Bucky.

As he stepped out the window I glanced around the room one last time. There was a photo album on the table. I walked over and ran my hand on it.

This was important. I thought.

I picked it up and flipped to the last page. On it was a picture of me with a couple of older people I didn't recognize. I was smiling, I must've known them. I slipped it out and looked at for a few moments before turning and dropping it on the floor as I walked to the window.

My life was different now. No more time for that.

Then I followed Bucky out the window.

Twenty minutes later we were driving down the highway in my car which had been free of graffiti and had not been towed, thankfully. I looked down at the center console. The radio was on, I knew the songs but I didn't remember them. I shook myself out of my daze and focused back on the road. I saw a sign for a Gap at the next exit, I looked back quickly and merged into the exit lane.

"We can get you some clothes Buck."

I saw him shudder a bit in the passenger seat.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I just…" He paused. "Memories. Buck, it was what Steve used to call me, I think."

"Oh, sorry."

"No, no, it's fine. I miss hearing people talk to me like they're my friend. Not giving me orders or information or something."

I smiled and nodded as I pulled into the parking lot. I got out of the car and waited for Bucky to get out before I locked it.

Once that was done we walked through the doors, I glanced cautiously down at Bucky's arm to make sure it was covered up. I'd loaned him a large hoodie that I had left from an old high school boyfriend. It covered up his arm pretty well, except for a hand, which he'd covered with a glove he found in a drawer. It made him slightly more inconspicuous but not by much. We walked into the Gap and I glanced around. He looked really confused but sort of in awe at all of the new fashions. He'd never really been anywhere where he could shop for clothes. I pulled various shirts, jeans and jackets off the shelves and handed them to Bucky. Once he had a sufficient pile I asked him to go try them on. While he did that I picked out a baseball cap for him. I grabbed a Brooklyn Dodgers cap. He came out of the changing rooms with a smaller pile of clothes.

"This is what I liked." He told me.

Among the assortment I saw several plaid shirts, a pleather jacket, a few black, grey and dark blue t-shirts and several pairs of jeans. I had him take out a couple more pairs of jeans before he stacked them on the counter.

The person at the desk rang everything up.

"Are you gonna chip in at all sweet cheeks or is your girlfriend gonna pay for it all?" They asked.

Bucky and I looked at each other and snorted.

"We're not together." I snickered. "More like siblings if anything other than friends."

The man gave me an odd look as I handed him my credit card. He slid it and pressed a couple buttons.

"If you say so." They said as they gave it back.

They put all of the clothes in a bag. I grabbed it and Bucky and I left. I half laughed all the way to the car. By the time we both got in I had settled down enough.

"Bucky, do you want to stop somewhere to get some food? You can change when we get there or in the back if you want. I'm just starving, I had a granola bar earlier."

"Anything's fine with me." He nodded. "I wouldn't mind a good meal either."

So I pulled into the Chipotle parking lot and we went inside. After we ordered and got our food I sat at a table while Bucky changed. He had been a bit confused on how to order but he got the hang of it quickly, building a burrito with tons of different toppings. He had picked out his clothes from the bag in the trunk. While I was eating I thought about what we would do. Where are we supposed to go? Who should we talk to? I felt like we both needed time to remember wh we were before we saw people who knew who we were. I sighed. I honestly could just use one person right now. But the memory of who they were and the memory of their name wouldn't connect. I shook my head as if to knock the puzzle pieces into place. Who do I care for? Care about? Loki, that was his name. I wanted to talk to him right now about something that he had told me. Something that wasn't true. I shook my head. I couldn't remember it.

Bucky walked up and sat down across from me and started eating his burrito. I picked at my chips with cheese and beans, not extremely hungry anymore. Bucky was wearing jeans, the dark grey shirt, and the pleather jacket I'd bought him along with the Brooklyn Dodgers cap. Hee still wore the glove over his hand but every so often I saw a flash of silver under his sleeve.

"So… Buck, what do you want to do?"

He looked up at me and held up a brochure.

"I saw this in that thing over there." He gestured to one of those tiered display stands that held tons of brochures for tourists. I took the brochure he was holding and looked it over.

New Exhibit! It screamed on the front, along with a picture of a shield.

"Steve's shield?" I asked instinctively.

He nodded back. I should've know that. Now I remember, I went back to the brochure. I opened it.

Our museum partners with Shield historians to create a one of a kind Captain America experience. Explore the science and history involved in the making of Captain America and find out about the relationships that make him who he is!

A few aging pictures of who I guessed was steve were spread across the page along with the article. As well as one brand new photo of Steve looking majestic. I found the address on the back. The Smithsonian. I glanced up at Bucky.

"What day is it?" I asked.

He shrugged, I glanced around. Then I stood up and went to the counter. An attendant walked up.

"Sorry to bother you. But me and I friend are a bit out of it and we can't remember what day it is… Can you help us?"

"Sure, dude. It's the seventeenth."

"Of what month?"

He looked a little taken aback.

"August, dude, August."

I shook my head. It had been… a different month when I was captured. I couldn't remember. How long had it been?

"What day of the week?"

He shook his head, chastising. "Sunday."

"Okay, thanks." I spun on my heels and walked back to our table.

When I got there I picked up the brochure.

"It's closed already." I told him as I looked at the hours and the clock on the wall. But it opens at 9 tomorrow morning. "We can drive over there and sleep in the car tonight."

"As long as we go there." He stated.

We both stood up at the same time. He nodded and I walked to the door.

The guy from the counter called. "Must've been some party."

As we walked out I glanced back to see a man hastily stand up. I shook my head. The memory of my powers kept phasing in and out. I tried repeatedly to click it into place in the puzzle so it would stop disappearing. I looked again at the man and read his thoughts. Read his thoughts? That's what I could do, those are my powers. He was a Shield agent. He was supposed to watch my house to see if I came back. When he saw us he started tailing us. Now he was going to report what he discovered to Shield. He walked out of the Chipotle as we were getting in the car. Once he had gotten in his car and driven away, I turned to Bucky.

"Did you see that man?" I asked.

"Yes. His activity seemed suspicious. Not to mention he's been following us."

"What? You knew? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I felt it would compromise the situation out of our favor."

I raised my eyebrows.

"True, that. But he's a Shield agent. I should've known earlier but I kept forgetting about my powers…" I gritted my teeth. "Anyway he was supposed to be stalking us and now he's going to report us. I think we should take a different car. Do you have any idea how to hotwire one?"

Bucky smiled and nodded.

"That I do."

Twenty minutes later we were cruising down the road in a little black jeep we'd found two parking lots over. We had decided to leave the keys to my car in the parking spot in case they had really needed a ride. Not like there was anything that I could remember in my car that was important. I knew it wasn't okay but… well, we really needed it. I hope they were okay I mean.. I felt bad. Besides the car we had taken was pretty much the perfect choice because:

A: Whoever drove it had great taste in music because all of the CDs were burned compilations of a bunch of different really good artists and

B: Whoever drove it also had really good choice in snack foods. The back seat was filled with different snack foods, peanut M&Ms, and various other snacks in the back row.

It was almost 10 when we pulled into the parking lot that was sort of near the museum. I didn't park too close because I didn't want to arouse too much suspicion. After I shut off the car and put on the parking brake. I opened the shade and the mirror on the shade.

In the low light I looked even worse, my eyes were sunken, and my hair… The shampoo hadn't done much, my hair was still greasy and messy. I took a ponytail holder from the middle console and tied my hair back as neatly as I could. When I looked back in the mirror I could see the dark bruises accentuated. Just seeing them made me relive those hours, days weeks. However long it had bee. I could see them on the skin above my sleeve as well. I tied the ponytail off and dropped my arms. It was a wonder that every movement didn't hurt. I snuck a look at Bucky. He had taken his glove off and was examining his metal hand.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"When?"

"Everything after you fell off the train."

"You know about that?" He cringed.

I nodded. "I've been in Steve's head, I think. I know a lot. Though I can't remember all of it."

He bit his lip.

"Hydra found me in the ravine. Some things that I don't quite remember, happened. Then… there was cold, really cold. They froze me like they were doing with you. The first thing I remember after that was…. seeing Steve on the bridge, then finding you. Fighting Steve.: He squeezed his eyes shut. "Then I worked with you, I was on a plane trying to stop Steve from taking it down. We were fighting and he said what I told you, when we were in the fire. I was so confused. I saved Steve, then I went back for you. I found out that all of Shield's files had been dumped online. Their headquarters were wrecked."

"Wait, their headquarters were wrecked?"

"Yes, the casualties were heavy."

"Do you know, there was a man named Loki there, do you know if he's okay?"

"I don't even know who that is."

I shook my head.

"It's fine, it's fine. I don't even remember who he was, just that I cared about him."

"I understand how you feel." Bucky patted me on the back.

I stared off into space. Bucky tilted his chair back and curled up on his side, closing his eyes. He looked really peaceful, even though I could see exactly how chaotic his mind was. I turned to look out the window the other way. I wished I could've found my phone when I was at my apartment, but it wasn't there. They must've taken it from me at the hospital. Yes! I remembered. I had been at the hospital because… because… Bucky had attacked me when he was under the influence of Hydra. I snapped my fingers.

I was proud of myself for remembering. Maybe if I had found my phone I could've contacted someone who could help. Someone who understood. Maybe Barton? Or Stark? It's not like I could anyways. Why bother thinking about it? I reclined my chair back and closed my eyes. It took me a long time to get comfortable, but when I finally did I was out like a light.